ett

the private club, a glass of wh

bborn eyes. Her pale face. The look of defia

ed. I was losing my mind ov

oss from me, a beer in his hand, still damp from the post-practice shower.

n one gulp. The burn in my throat did

h a dramatic shake of his head. "Let me guess.

y eyes turned to ice. "

"Alright, alright. But you're not

ratorial whisper. "I ran into your little Ch

around the new glass the server had

, his tone light. "Probably getting rid of a

with someone else? Had she gotten herself into

rough me. I felt like an animal

ivious to the murder in my eyes.

She was there because of... well, how do I put this... 'overly aggres

eckett, man, you're a beast

said. The only words in my he

to stop. I remembered her pale face this mornin

eve I had actually thought that way about her, that I had ju

mething that felt like heartache... gripped me. And i

I didn't even know what. A crazy, possessive urge

AC

ttered. Whiskey and bloo

jumped. "Becket

ng into my palm. I shot up from

worth twenty thousand doll

l eyes on me. I was a cornered

rabbing my shoulder.

prove I didn't care. That

me a woman. The cleanest, prettiest one

crazy?" Harris sta

!" I r

ess in my eyes and final

em again. I just st

d do. That it didn't have to be he